A house is not a home, just like a home is not a house. If the people you love are not in it, but I have none I love, so my house isn't a home nor is it a house. It's neither.
I don't fee love, I feel hate anger and pain.
Whips, crosses and chains.
My life I live sorely in vain, because I have nothing else to gain. But whips, crosses and chains,
and a walk down misery lane.
Forever and forever my endeavor is to be mentally in pain.
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My Poems, My Life, My Chaos...
PoetryThese are just poems that I've written since the age of thirteen, =) Most of are freeverse or song poems, and some I may have forced to rhyme. * smiles sheepishly*
